smartly awkward


Steve Jobs, rest in peace.

some men, maybe women, too are very smart and socially awkward. there are varying degrees of smartness and awkwardness. the man i was married to is very smart and sometimes totally lacking in social awareness. when he first came to visit my parents and thereafter he would have his face in a magazine most of the time, reading. granted they had  wonderful range of reading material–new yorker, atlantic, harper’s, manchester guardian and more, but he didn’t seem to realize this was not the way to interact with the young lady’s parents.

recently i’ve been chatting with a man who is very smart and i begin to understand why he is so intimidated by women and finds himself feeling awkward and clumsy. his self-monitoring is absent at times, he is both natural and raw. there is no editing, just a mix of calm reflection and bleeding, sometimes venting.

i don’t think people like this know how they are perceived by others. there is a self-centered quality to the person’s presence and maybe that’s because they can’t get out of their own way. maybe it’s because they are self-centered or some mix of both. my ex used to say that for a long time he thought he was too self-centered to have children.

being sexual may become of means of self expression that because it approximates closeness and is primarily non-verbal, is freeing for such a man/person. their conversation and gestures may be centered in sexual terms.

knickers and heididog


tom and i used to xcross country ski near where we lived in boston, n.y. our dog heidi was a mixed breed hound, she sang and she was black and tan, about 40 pounds. during the day she would hang out in the barn with tom, napping in the sawdust under the lathe. one of their special adventures would be ‘bushwhacking’. that’s xcross country skiing in wild ungroomed areas sometimes frequented by snowmobiles, sometimes not. heidi loved going skiing with tom. as soon as she saw him put on his grey wool knickers she would start hopping up and down like a wind-up toy. she was just soooo excited. she would moan and bark and sing until they went out the door. she just couldn’t contain all that doggiejoy.

if they were gone a long time or the snow was deep or there was run-off to cross tom might have to pick her up and carry her. i have a picture of them in bed after i got up. heidi took my warm spot and put her head on the pillow next to tom. a great dog.

concord grapes

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in late september or early october, after a frost, the grapes are ready to be picked. the frost maximizes the sugar content. we used to buy a bushel every fall and use the finnish steam juice extractor Mehu-Liisa steam juicers from Finland to reduce the fruit to clear juice. most of the juice went into jelly, clear and beautiful.

driving along lake erie on the way to salmon fishing during the same season the smell of ripe grapes permeates the air, it’s one of my favorite fragrances. i remember telling a co-worker this in the early 80’s and her comment was that she went to college nearby in fredonia and not only was welch’s grape juice located nearby, but so was a ketchup plant and similarly you could smell the ketchup when the tomatoes came in.

classic cars make me cry


there used to be a classic car show every summer where my family lived. as i walked among the shiny two-tone hardtops and convertibles i found myself crying, happened every year. the only way i can describe it or understand it is nostalgia for innocence.

on okc i just added a classic car question, i want to be the white thunderbird convertible from American Graffiti.

feelin’ frisky


imagine you lying on your stomach, your head turned to the side, cradled on your arms

sun drenched shoulders

sprinkled with a light shower of freckles

the tawny feathers under your arms

the dip your back makes at the waist

a pair of dimples atop your rump

curves, no sharp angles

back of thighs and calves, well defined, tapered at the ankle

luscious

head to toe


wouldn’t it be lovely to wash a new found lover? imagine a walk-in shower and you can use your hands and whatever scent you choose, maybe peppermint for the tingling effect.

do you start at the top, bottom or in the middle. maybe you zigzag a bit, could be fun getting lost and not asking for directions.

yes, i have a rich fantasy life. cheers!

encyclopediclove


it seems i am drawn to men who know a bunch of random stuff in great depth. quirky, smart. unconventional, maybe a little eccentric–like me. i didn’t really know that i was what someone would call eccentric until a one-legged, bi-polar painter told me so. takes one to know one.

i only seem to have one speed, fast forward, although i’m in training to slow it down.

when i love, i don’t hold back, i’m all in, free and clear. i may be love’s fool, but it’s by choice.